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waywardstation · 1 year ago

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Cold to the Touch

Phione Akari AU

As a phione, it's hard for Akari to find anything fun or entertaining to do. But she still manages, even if it's at Ingo's expense.

I wrote this after I got a request to write about something for this AU with lower stakes and let Akari have some fun, after putting out several segments that were pretty stressful and sad for the characters. And if possible, to have her prank Ingo. I did my best hopefully!!!

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Enjoy!

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There were many, many things Akari hated about being a Phione.

Many changes. Many limitations. Many problems.

But this was not one of them.

In fact, she found that this was quite fun.

“And if I could have two of those leek salves, and a half-bag of those dried apricorns?”

Choy grabbed two small purple bottles and began weighing out a bag of the nut fruits as Ingo browsed the wares at the storefront, pointing out what he wanted to purchase. While there wasn’t much room with everything out on display, he did his best to keep himself under the protection of the storefront’s awning — the rain was coming down hard today.

And as much as he disliked the idea of dragging all of this stuff around with him in the coastlands, especially in weather like this, he had promised Akari he would actually take better care of himself out there now while continuing his search.

No more sleeping on the ground, or against trees and boulders. No more living off whatever he picked off of bushes and trees. No more foregoing needed sleep for a few more hours of searching. No more sacrificing his health when he didn’t need to.

“Anything else for you today?” Choy asked as he placed them down next to the other items that had been requested.

“Oh, one last thing; do you perhaps have a lightweight roll or sleeping mat?” Ingo searched past the shopkeeper at the storage shelves behind him, leading Choy to look over his shoulder — he could see what looked like a few different sleeping rolls. “Like the ones the Ginkgo Guild members are equipped wITh-!”

An awkward jerk as Ingo scrunched his neck into his shoulder, crashing the sentence with an odd jump. A subsequent squeak from somewhere in his coat collar, quiet enough for only Ingo to hear.

“Everything alright?” Choy looked back from the shelves, giving him a look halfway between confusion and concern.

“I uh, apologize. Unfortunately, too many nights sleeping on the ground has left me with a sore spine, is all.” Ingo tentatively answered, rubbing at his neck. “It… pulls sometimes. I’m sure you can now understand my need for an adequate sleeping mat.”

“Oh yes, of course,” Nodding his head, Choy stepped away from the shelf he had been approaching. “I understand! These rolls might be too thin; I have some thicker ones in the back that might be better for that. I’ll be right back with one.”

Ingo watched the man disappear behind the rows of shelves, making sure he was out of earshot before he hooked his lapel with a finger and pulled it back.

“Miss Akari, please!” He whispered into the collar of his coat. He could not see her and he was too saturated with rainwater to feel where she was, but he knew she was in there somewhere; he could hear her snickering. “You know I’m not fond of that!”

“Phi-phi!” She retorted. While Ingo had no idea what she was saying, the bubbly tone of amusement in her voice indicated she wasn’t taking him seriously.

He was sure it was because of a phione’s adaptability to water and its strange thermoregulatory characteristics — Professor Laventon had said something about it — but whenever it rained, Akari became just as cold as the falling water that mixed with her. Like ice cold. It turned her little flippers into something more like the freezing hands of death. And she unfortunately found it funny to -

“AH!” The frigid touch of Akari’s ribbon-like appendage (now more comparable to the frozen fingers of a froslass) against his neck made him flinch before forcing himself back down into a whisper. “Miss Akari-!”

“Warden?” Choy called out from the back. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

“Not to worry, it’s simply an instance of my neck bothering me again!” Ingo lied through his teeth. One last quick whisper into his coat collar, towards quiet giggling. “Please-”

“Alright, I’ve got a couple here that you can look at!” Returning from the back shelves, Choy heaved a bundle of various mats onto a display table with a grunt. “All varying degrees of sturdiness, but maybe you’ll like one of them.”

Ingo browsed the mats, pressing down on the different materials and lifting edges to test heaviness. Some were too firm to be kind to his back, and some were too bulky to comfortably carry. None of them seemed very suitable for him, honestly...

As he browsed, Ingo couldn’t help but notice he was actually being left alone. No icy jabs, no startling coldness. Maybe Akari was listening to him now. it was nice not feeling the freezing hands of death grasping at the back of his-

“GHh-!” Ingo jerked awkwardly again, tucking his chin down against his chest and hissing through his teeth. He spoke too soon.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a thicker mat? Or at least a neck roll for support? It seems…” Choy stalled for a moment, filtering his words into something kinder. “Bad.”

“No no, I can assure you it’s temporary! It’s simply rather distracting, ” Ingo emphasized the last word quite forcefully, rubbing at his neck. “I’m confident that’s the last time it’ll happen.”

“Maybe at least have the medical corps look at it before you go.” Choy did not sound any less concerned.

“Perhaps I will make that detour,” Ingo brushed it off kindly. He was going to have to make this quick, it seemed Akari was intent on embarrassing him in public just for some amusement. “I apologize for having you drag all of these mats out, but I may have to go with one of the previous, lighter alternatives.”

“Not a problem,” Choy pushed the heavier rolls aside and turned to pull down one he had initially suggested; a simple green one, tied with wound rope. “This mat’s good then?”

“I believe so,” Already searching through the inner pockets of his coat for money, Ingo only gave the roll a passing glance to confirm. “I think that’s everything I need.”

“Sounds good,” Choy lugged the mat up onto the table, bunching it with everything else he had requested and quickly reevaluating it all. “Alright, together that’ll be seven-thousand six-hundred.”

“Mm-hmm,” Head down, Ingo began counting out what he had in his hands. He should have enough…

“Oh, but wait-”

Thinking something was wrong, Ingo glanced up only to see Choy setting a small box on top of his pile of supplies.

“Just a few honey cakes, no extra charge.”

Ingo blinked, not catching the sudden tiny squeak from within his coat. “No charge? Thank you, and please understand I am not at all ungrateful for the offer, but… I’d like to know why?”

“Well, because I appreciate your business!” Short and simple, Choy clasped his hands together.

Ingo sized up the box; it wasn’t terribly big, but it certainly wasn’t small either. Truely, it was a kind gesture, but to him, all he saw was more cargo to lug around, more weight to tug at his back. And he wasn’t sure he could keep it from becoming soggy in the rain, anyways.

And he couldn’t help but feel that it was perhaps a pity gesture; he knew Choy had seen him practically drag himself through Jubilife’s gates the other day.

“I greatly appreciate it, but I couldn’t in good conscience, really.” Ingo gave Choy an apologetic, flat-lined smile, putting up a hand. “Those are your wares! Please, keep them.”

Another small squeak, and this time Ingo heard it. He preemptively placed his hand over his neck just before she could touch him, her icy flippers patting his fingers instead.

“Then take it as a gift of support, please.” Choy extended a more genuine tone now, he confirmed what Ingo had suspected about it being a pity gesture. “I know what all of these supplies are for, Warden. You’ve been doing so much to find Akari, and this weather definitely isn’t making things any easier for anyone right now. And I can empathize; all this sudden rain’s been making it hard for Yui today. She can’t seem to shake this terrible sickness that won’t leave her alone, and it’s been really difficult lately to-”

“AAa -HaAH-!” Ingo interrupted with an embarrassingly loud shout, suddenly jerking forward with scrunched shoulders as both hands frantically clamped against his neck. “Just- Ahck! Stop it-!”

“...I’m sorry?” Staring at Ingo in bewilderment, the appalled tone of Choy’s voice was painfully shame-inducing. The heavy atmosphere pressed down on Ingo’s shoulders, the rain in his coat suddenly pulling down on him like heavy weights.

Oh Arceus. Did he really just laugh while Choy was empathizing with him over his sick wife?

Did he really just say stop it??

“Ahem!” Ingo cleared his throat gratuitously into a fist, his face burning like fire as he realized what he just did. “M-my deepest apologies for that! Illness is terribly unfortunate, and I hope for nothing but a quick recovery for your poor wife! I absolutely didn’t mean to- Please, excuse me for a moment!”

“Right.” Choy crossed his arms, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed as Ingo stiffly hurried out into the rain, rushing around the right corner of the store.

Reaching the bridge that led to the housing units, Ingo stopped and made sure no one else was around to hear. Reaching into his coat collar and fishing Akari out of it, he held her close to his (still very red) face with one hand, sternly shaking a finger at her with the other. “Miss Akari!” Don’t- don’t do that! Just because I said no cold shocks, that doesn’t mean you can start tickling m-!”

“Phi-phi!” She squeaked back at him avidly. He didn’t understand, but with her troubled eyes and tone, he could clearly see she wasn’t laughing anymore — she probably realized how inappropriate the timing of that was, regardless of how accidental it was.

Ingo’s frown pulled, his eyes narrowing from behind the raindrops now dripping off his hat’s brim. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, Miss Akari, but I recall you fervently requesting me to keep you both concealed and inconspicuous while in Jubilife. I’d say this is making it difficult to do either!”

“Phi!” Freezing cold flippers wrapped around his thumb as she hugged it tightly. She often did that when expressing gratitude or apologetics to him, an extension of hugging him as a whole. Her guilty eyes indicated it was clearly the latter reason, this time.

“It’s alright, just please, please, don’t repeat it. I would very much like to complete this transaction in peace.” Ingo accepted the apology. He had planned for that to be the end of it and moved his hand to place her back in his coat collar, but she squeaked at him again.

When Ingo pulled her back, she made an exaggerated motion that resembled eating, holding her flippers up and mimicking taking bites out of something.

He couldn’t make a guess until she pointed at the side of the general store, then repeated the motion again.

“The honey cakes? You wanted those honey cakes?”

“Phi!” She clapped her flippers together, celebrating his correct guess.

“Just one of those is bigger than your head; it takes you two days to consume one.” Ingo shook his head. “And there are several in that box; I’m afraid they’ll go to waste.”

Akari made a pleading motion and held her flippers together up at him with big eyes, but otherwise she grew quiet, and Ingo’s features softened.

She’s had it very hard. He knew that. These past few weeks had been terrible and frustrating and confusing. And while the last three days had certainly been much happier with his revelation over who she was, it still… it didn’t have much in it to be happy about in general, and he knew Akari was depressed with her limitations.

The giggles she had let out in his coat earlier was the first time he had really heard her laughing or having fun in a long while (even if it had been at his expense… but really, as a phione, there weren’t many things she could do to entertain herself right now).

So what was the harm in getting her some simple sweets? Giving her something to be happy about?

Ingo’s words left his mouth in a cloud of breath, visible in the frigid air. “Alright, Miss Akari. I will get them for you.”

“Phi!” She squeaked, a little surprised, but clearly happy. She hugged her flippers around his thumb again in a gesture of gratitude as he brought her back to his shoulder, tugging the lapel of his coat back.

“But please do your best to finish them! And please, no more cold touches. Or tickling.” He added as she wiggled back into her spot, amongst the folds of his tunic’s hood. “I would not like to laugh at that poor young man’s sick wife for a second time.”

The subsequent giggling at his shoulder was his only response as he smoothed his coat collar back down, but that was enough for him.

Now. To somehow find the strength to go back and face Choy. Ingo took a deep breath, steeling himself as he turned to walk back around the corner of the building. Ugh, he could already feel the blush of shame returning.

“I’d like to once again apologize for that outburst,” Rounding the corner, Ingo took his place back before Choy, who still appeared rightfully upset; arms now crossed, the store owner seemed much less amiable now. “Truely, I didn’t mean to laugh during such a sensitive subject.”

“Was that the fault of your sore neck as well?” Choy reached up to take his glasses and clean a few stray raindrops off them with his hanten. His words were painfully flat.

“Ahah… uhm, no,” Ingo coughed. “My mind simply reminded me of very ill-timed joke. Very unfortunate timing.”

Choy didn’t really believe him, Ingo could see it in his eyes. Regardless, he adjusted his glasses back on his nose, and went to grab up Ingo’s items, sliding them across the display table. “Unfortunate indeed. Here are your items, Warden.”

“Oh, thank you. Though also, before I depart-” Ingo held out the money he owed, but began searching through his coat pockets again. “I believe I’ve had a track change; I would like those honey cakes after all. But please, allow me to pay for it in full; it’s the least I could do. And again, I do hope your wife recovers swiftly.”

It seemed Choy’s hardened features softened a little as Ingo dropped the money into his hand.

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kharmii · 1 year ago

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Where Adaman and Volo meet up to have a picnic on that little island in the middle of Lake Valor. Unfortunately for the two himbos, a wild staravia assaults their boat. Hope they can swim.

Where Volo hooks up his best customers with his wares, but he isn't the best at being organized.

Where the protag copies Volo's goofy hairstyle after defeating him, and the whole Jubilife Village gets into the trend.

Where Volo starts out taunting Giratina because Arceus has 18 forms depending on which plate it activates, whereas Giratina only has two forms. Giratina punishes him by trapping him in the distortion world where time has no meaning. He can only gain forgiveness if he gets an even goofier hairstyle modeled after Giratina's head. Volo guesses he goes without food or water for the equivalent of three days. That's how long it takes for him to give in and get the haircut. Giratina quips it is a good quality hairdo, and Volo replies, "No way".

(Giratina might be expressing possessiveness towards a Volo who acts more loyal to the god he doesn't know than to the one he does)

Where Akari's pokemon have all evolved, but she recounts rolling over Volo's whole team with one fat teddy.

Where Volo comes calling to Cogita for the old stories. The first two panels start out with formalities where Volo addresses her as 'Mistress Cogita' and 'Professor'. He begs her to tell him about mythology. She asks who he is? A child? A slacker? He replies with mention of purchasing a chair for himself someday, but he's on the verge of being kicked out of the Ginkgo Guild for lack of sales. Perhaps someday he will find a cheaper one?

Then Volo reveals his frivolous nature in the third panel where he talks about bringing tea leaves Cogita likes, but he will have to pay for them later (maybe from stock he was supposed to sell). He tells her she has a nice garden, but it looks plain with only vegetables growing. What sort of myths will she tell him today? How about planting some flowers? Then he stops and repeats her name, as if to get her attention. Cogita's mind seems to have wandered as she catches a glimpse of Volo's true nature shadowed by Giratina. It's perhaps a premonition.

Later, after Volo leaves, she questions the vision. She asks herself....should I forget about it? At best, it could be said that it was completely out of place.

(Side note: I thought the drifloon and drifblim floating around in the panels made a nice subtle reference to how Volo carries the spooky plate but is capricious in nature. Maybe it's just me)

A collection of goofy Volo related comics I found on Twiman.net crediting the following Twitter artists:

宙@panchracomeon

どすも🐻‍❄️@mos_dosmos

宙@panchracomeon again

じゃこ@jako_boke

Tsugaru Appuru 🍎@glassy0302

𝔻𝕀𝕄@null_null_kyo

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lucky-clover-gazette · 8 months ago

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Volo of the Ginkgo Guild

(Part 3 of The Outsider, Chapter 4/4, 3442 words)

Volo sat, somewhat awkwardly, as the professor took his place across the table. “You look exhausted,” he observed. “I’m fine,” Volo automatically replied. The professor narrowed his eyes, then stood again. A few moments of silence later, he returned with two cups of black tea. “Here,” he said, sliding a cup across the table. “I’m fine,” Volo repeated, keeping his hands in his lap. “Very well,” said the professor, apparently unbothered by the rejection. “Now, would you care to explain your reappearance in Galaxy Hall?” Volo sighed. This was it—he would have to grovel, beg, demean himself to appease these cruel and foolish people, all so he could do what he’d always done in their service. “First,” Volo said carefully, “I would like to apologize for my conduct during my interview. I was… nervous.” The professor nodded. “Entirely understandable, my boy.” Volo narrowed his eyes. To use the outsider’s more modern vernacular: Is this guy for real?

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Volo could not sleep, and therefore was not awakened by Giratina’s foreboding presence.

He sighed at the dark shadows creeping beneath the outsider’s front door and held up his pointer finger—One moment, please. Volo kissed the outsider on the forehead and gently removed himself from the bed, pleased that she was still very much asleep. Very quietly he stepped towards the door, before pausing to release Togekiss from her pokéball.

“Look after her,” he whispered, glancing in the outsider’s direction. He did not want her to awaken alone and assume that he had abandoned her.

Togekiss chirped quietly and spun around in the air, apparently delighted to have some time to cuddle. Volo smiled and kissed her feathery forehead as well, then made his way to the front door.

Outside the dorm, Giratina was nowhere to be seen. Naturally, it did not want to appear in the center of a sleeping—but still occupied—public square. Volo walked over to the pastures and farm, finding a place at the edge of town obscured by foliage. This, he decided, would have to suffice.

Volo removed the ghost plate from the pocket of his new trousers and awaited the distortion god’s arrival. The muted call of “bishaan” signaled Giratina’s ominous presence.

It was only a silhouette in this limited form, which was how Volo had always encountered Arceus’s rejected child. Someday he hoped to see Giratina in its full glory, but in this moment he appreciated the convenience of its hiding in the shadows.

Two blood-red eyes pierced through the darkness, staring Volo down. He crossed his arms over his chest.

“We have not spoken in some time,” Volo told Giratina, slightly annoyed by the god’s cold shoulder. “I was beginning to worry that you had abandoned me.”

I have done no such thing.

Giratina did not speak with words, but was somehow capable of delivering its messages to Volo through psychic means. This strange supernatural communication had been the thing to draw the former merchant to Giratina in the first place, two years into his Hisuian residency. After being rejected by Cogita for his conflicting interpretations of Celestican values, and continuously ignored by Arceus, Volo had been forced to seek other allies in his quest to create a better world. Giratina had shared many of his values, and had offered powerful relics and knowledge that Volo could not have otherwise acquired. It had made perfect sense to ally with Giratina then, and Volo knew that maintaining that alliance was especially important now.

It was you, human, who abandoned Me.

Volo noticed the way Giratina emphasized its own title, in the way only a god could. Would Volo do that himself?

“I have done no such thing,” Volo echoed, putting a hand on his hip. “Our plans have simply evolved. It did not seem practical to consult you directly, given my consistent company.”

Arceus’s chosen.

“She has a name.”

What, now, are your plans?

��At first I thought we could meet the Almighty Arceus without taking the plates from her,” Volo explained, “because it promised its champion an audience once she sought all pokémon. She offered to let me accompany her in exchange for my assistance, even after learning that I had caused the rift that brought her here.”

Is she fully aware of our intentions?

Volo shook his head. “No. And she cannot be.”

Giratina blinked, almost thoughtfully.

“Unfortunately,” Volo continued, “my employment with the merchant’s guild has been terminated. Therefore, we cannot complete the Pokédex as originally intended. And I am slated to be removed from the island of Hisui entirely.”

Surely with your many qualifications, you could find alternate employment in Hisui. Perhaps there is a position that would allow you to accomplish your goal more expediently than before.

Volo scowled at Giratina. It was one thing for the outsider or the Commander or even Togekiss to point out the obvious, but an actual eldritch god?!

“I do not want to work for the Galaxy Team,” Volo repeated for what felt like the millionth time. “My companion and I will retreat to the wilds tomorrow, and once we have sought all pokémon we will summon and confront the Almighty Creator.” Volo paused, carefully selecting his next words. “But in order to survive in the wilds without assistance from the people of Hisui, we will need your help.”

My help?

“You are a god,” Volo reminded Giratina. “Protect us when necessary, and I promise that we will make it worth your while.”

We? I do not see Arceus’s chosen here. You speak so confidently on her behalf, yet you are unwilling to tell her the truth.

Volo narrowed his eyes. “What, exactly, are you implying?”

In some part of his brain, he knew that he ought to refer to the actual god with far more deference. But it had been a long day, and Volo was tired of showing deference where it was undue. He had a great deal of respect for Giratina’s power, of course, but ultimately knew that the distortion god was a means to his own ends. They were not a partnership, as Volo and the outsider were. He was an employee, and Giratina was his divine supervisor.

This was a sour revelation, indeed. Volo tried to focus on the matter at hand.

“I do not want her to hate me,” Volo heard himself say. Pathetically.

Her cooperation is not required beyond allowing you entrance to Arceus’ domain, whether by surrendering the plates or seeking all pokémon by your side. But once you have succeeded and ascended to godhood, you will possess the power to influence her thoughts and actions as you please.

“No.” Volo’s chest tightened at the notion. Of course he had considered this, in moments both shameful and relieving, but—just, no.

You do not seem to know what you are doing.

Volo glared at the Distortion God.

If you wish to return to our original agreement, then you will return to Mount Coronet immediately and use the eighteen plates. I will protect you during your travels, just as I have in the past.

“But what about—”

I will protect her as well. But I expect you to use force to acquire the plates, if necessary.

“It’ll definitely be necessary,” Volo muttered, “if you’re forcing me to do this as soon as possible.”

Are you not satisfied by My conditions? I am trying to make this simple.

Volo pulled at his own hair, pacing back and forth “It’s not—I just think that if you force me to betray her now, she is certainly going to resist, but if I just had more time...”

He had only considered the notion once before, atop Mount Coronet in an uncharacteristically impulsive moment. Inspired by the outsider’s bravery in admitting her own truths, Volo had plainly asked her to help him dethrone God. There had been no nuance, no explanation, and everything after that initial interaction had essentially just been damage control.

Withdrawing from the full truth had been the correct choice at the time. It would have been too much at once, to explain his role in the outsider’s presence in Hisui and his intention to recreate it entirely. But after what he had witnessed today, the outsider’s spite towards the people of Jubilife Village and surprising devotion to Volo himself, he couldn’t help but wonder…

“Suppose I had more time,” Volo told Giratina. “And in that time, I was able to convince her to cooperate with our plans.”

Was that not always your intention, when you decided to sabotage your own plans on Mount Coronet?

Volo looked pointedly at the ground. “I…”

I will grant you protection in the wild under My stated conditions, if that is what you desire. But do be aware, human, that there is another option.

Volo met Giratina’s eyes again, bewildered.

“Do you… want me to convince her?”

You are referring to the blessed champion of the Almighty Creator, who rejected and damned Me to the world of distortion. Is it so unfathomable that I would take pleasure in her corruption?

Something about the choice of words tugged at Volo. It would not be corruption, for the outsider to ultimately choose his—their—new and better world. It would mean peace and belonging for them both, entitlements they hadn’t been offered in this one.

But if Giratina’s investment in such an outcome afforded Volo time, and therefore an actual chance…

“If I choose the less simple course of action,” Volo said slowly, “am I to understand that you will not intervene?”

There would be no reason to intervene. We are both invested in the same outcome.

And as much as it troubled Volo to admit it, he knew that they were.

“Fine,” he decided, clasping his hands behind his back. “I will join the Survey Corps and seek Arceus through the completion of the Pokédex.”

Giratina eyed him expectantly. Volo sighed.

“And during the time it takes to reach those ends, I will persuade Arceus’s chosen… to choose otherwise.”

Very well. You seem to know what you are doing.

“Not really,” Volo admitted, inappropriately casual in his delivery. “I still need to figure out how to ingratiate myself to the Galaxy Team after that terrible interview.”

That is your job, not mine.

“Right.”

And what a fool Volo had been, to think that he would ever work truly unsupervised.

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Volo had half-expected Galaxy Hall to be empty at this time of night, but at least one member of the Survey Corps remained hard at work.

“Professor,” Volo greeted, leaning against the doorframe of the lab. He crossed his arms over his chest, unwilling and unable to summon his friendly mercantile persona.

The professor looked up from the scattered papers on a table, surrounded by evidence of his studies. The middle-aged man smiled sadly when he recognized his company. “Ah, Volo.”

Volo did not enter the room. He didn’t know what he wanted—an invitation, or an apology, or something else entirely. So he stayed in place instead, avoiding the other man’s curious gaze.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” the professor asked, causing Volo to scoff. Pleasure.

The professor sighed, pulling out a chair from his table. “Sit down. Please.”

The invitation sufficed. Volo stepped fully into the lab, scanning over the strange equipment and writings. Notes about pokémon, the ecology of Hisui, battle strategies… all things Volo admittedly studied himself.

Volo sat, somewhat awkwardly, as the professor took his place across the table. “You look exhausted,” he observed.

“I’m fine,” Volo automatically replied.

The professor narrowed his eyes, then stood again. A few moments of silence later, he returned with two cups of black tea.

“Here,” he said, sliding a cup across the table.

“I’m fine,” Volo repeated, keeping his hands in his lap.

“Very well,” said the professor, apparently unbothered by the rejection. “Now, would you care to explain your reappearance in Galaxy Hall?”

Volo sighed. This was it—he would have to grovel, beg, demean himself to appease these cruel and foolish people, all so he could do what he’d always done in their service.

“First,” Volo said carefully, “I would like to apologize for my conduct during my interview. I was… nervous.”

The professor nodded. “Entirely understandable, my boy.”

Volo narrowed his eyes. To use the outsider’s more modern vernacular: Is this guy for real?

“Furthermore,” he continued, “I apologize on behalf of our mutual acquaintance, and humbly request that the Galaxy Team reconsider her expulsion.”

The professor had the gall to look confused. “Expulsion?”

“She said it herself,” Volo reminded him, trying and failing to conceal his own annoyance. “If I leave Hisui, then so will she. The decision regarding my status seems to have been made. Therefore, so has hers.”

The professor studied Volo, allowing some intelligence to show through his easygoing demeanor. “Yet here you are now.”

Volo nodded. “I do not want to deny her purpose or community. And so, per her ultimatum, I hope to stay as well.”

It had been one thing to decide in his head—speaking his decision aloud was another matter entirely. Volo had expected to feel far more humiliated by the admission, but instead he mostly felt relieved. Why that was, he did not currently have the energy or focus to consider. Not when he had a job to do.

The professor sighed, but not from exasperation. “I must also apologize,” he said, “on behalf of Commander Kamado. I do wish he had spoken with more consideration towards our mutual friend, especially after her unfortunate banishment.”

“Unfortunate,” Volo repeated.

“Cruel,” the professor corrected himself. “And undue. Thank you, Volo, for supporting her when we could not.”

Volo blinked.

“You appear surprised,” the professor chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “I do not blame you. I am ashamed to this day of my failure to advocate for her beyond my means. I would like to say that, in time, I would have been able to sway Commander Kamado’s favor… but we have both witnessed how stubborn he can be.”

Volo would not beg.

“I will not make the same mistake twice,” the professor said, glancing upwards. “Regardless of employment status, I will not allow the Commander to banish you from this island.” He stirred his tea with a smile verging on mischievous. “If I may take a page from our friend’s book… I don’t suppose that there are many other professors willing to uproot their lives and work in this dangerous new settlement. If my position were to be emptied, I think the Commander would find it rather challenging to find a proper replacement.”

Volo took a moment to process the professor’s response. “Regardless of employment status?”

“I have no interest in forcing you to work for the Survey Corps,” he said with a knowing expression. “In my experience, it is torturous to commit oneself to a purpose that does not align with one’s desires. And I am not in the business of torture.”

This was a far better result than Volo had expected—he could stay in Hisui and help the outsider complete the Pokédex, without having to join the Galaxy Team at all! He took a sip of tea, allowing the corner of his mouth to curl upwards.

“Thank you, Professor,” he said, and meant it. Clearly this man was ridden with guilt for his failure to protect the outsider, and saw his redemption in Volo. That was fine—they were both using each other as means to their own ends. As it so often went.

“I do believe you would fare well here, though,” the professor continued. Which made no sense, because he’d already gotten what he wanted—Volo’s amnesty ensured that the most skilled member of the Survey Corps would stay. What did he have to gain, from insisting that Volo join as well?

“I followed a strange path to this profession myself, you know. I hail from the region of Galar—have you heard of it?”

Dumbfounded by the unnecessary disclosure, Volo nodded.

The professor smiled. “A charming place for a boy to grow up,” he said. “Much like the mainland here. But eventually I found myself growing restless, and ever so curious about the world beyond my home. Years ago, I decided to study pokémon elsewhere—a newly-discovered land, previously home to a disappeared indigenous people known for their closeness to the divine. Does that not intrigue you?”

They both knew the answer to that question.

“I may find myself occasionally frustrated by individuals within the Galaxy Team,” said the professor, “and there are certainly differences of opinion. But I know that we, within the Survey Corps, all share a common desire.”

“Order?” Volo asked, thinking of Kamado’s previous statement.

The professor shook his head. “Knowledge.”

He was not hiding his intelligence in the slightest, now. He regarded Volo as if he understood him better than Volo understood himself.

Volo… could see why the outsider found such comfort in his presence.

Among other qualities she saw in the Galaxy Team Survey Corps.

“Would—” Volo cleared his throat. “Would you possibly consider—”

“The job is yours if you desire it, my boy.”

Volo did not have to do this. Not for the outsider, not for Giratina, not for the professor or Commander. Not even for his eventual apotheosis, after which nothing would matter at all.

“I wield a level 68 Togekiss,” Volo said bluntly, placing the pokéball on the table. “Would that allow me free rein of the region?”

The professor smiled. “I believe that can be arranged.”

“And I would earn a salary?”

“In both currency and potato mochi, yes.”

“And I could work with—”

“I would not dream of separating the two of you,” the professor reassured Volo. “From what I can see, you make quite the powerful team.”

Volo preened at that. “Yes, we most certainly do.”

The professor seemed to have more sentiments to offer, but Volo found himself overwhelmed by the urge to return to the outsider. “Thank you,” he repeated, standing and shaking the other man’s hand. “Professor Laventon.”

“You are very welcome, Volo. Please do return tomorrow morning, and we will settle details with Captain Cyllene.”

Volo nodded, took a final sip of tea, and left to deliver the good news.

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She was awake when he returned.

“Volo,” the outsider said, sitting up in bed where Togekiss had laid herself over her lap. Her expression was unusually difficult to read. “I thought you’d left, but then…” She glanced down towards Togekiss, who chirped contentedly.

Volo sat down beside her. “I’m still here,” he said, taking her hand in his own. “How are you feeling?”

“Like an idiot,” she groaned, putting her head in her other hand. “I fucked up.”

Volo nodded, unsurprised. “What was that you said, about burning bridges?”

“I don’t want to leave the village,” the outsider admitted, avoiding his gaze. If she simply looked at him, she would realize that he was amused rather than concerned. “My work with the Corps, my pokémon… Volo, it would break my heart.” She closed her eyes as a tear rolled down her cheek. “But I’ve already ruined it for myself. And they’re going to make you leave.”

Something tugged at Volo as he heard himself ask, “And would you still come? With me?”

She opened her eyes, then narrowed them. “‘Would?’ I think you mean ‘will.’”

Answer the question, Volo wanted to insist, so I know that I’m doing the right thing.

He shook his head instead. “I mean ‘would.’ I spoke with Professor Laventon this evening, and he has granted me amnesty. You will not need to choose.” Yet.

The outsider’s eyes widened again, but this time her reaction was clear as day. She threw her arms around him, disrupting Togekiss in the process, and clung tight as she held him close.

“How’d you do it?” she asked, her voice slightly muffled but unmistakably pleased.

Volo smiled almost conspiratorially at Togekiss, who regarded them both with mild confusion. “I considered my options.”

“Vague, but okay.” She pulled back, looking into his eyes. “And the Corps…?”

“Your employment is entirely secure. The professor apologizes on the Commander’s behalf.”

She rolled her eyes. “Best I’m gonna get from Kamado, probably. I’m glad he’s not directly a part of the Corps.”

“So am I,” Volo agreed, “seeing as I’m to be a member myself.”

The outsider inhaled sharply. “You—”

“Not just because you wanted me to,” Volo interrupted, and it was technically not untrue. He had several reasons for taking the job—some of which he understood, some of which he did not. None of which he could explain at this moment in time, because he very much still had an agenda of his own.

“We’re going to have so much fun together,” the outsider said, beaming. “Way more fun than you had in the Ginkgo Guild.”

Volo rolled his eyes with a smile of his own. “Yes, well, I would expect so. I am selling out to do something I love, after all.”

The outsider kissed him on the lips. “You won’t regret it. Probably.”

“Good enough for me,” Volo responded, and for now it was. He would explore this cruel world alongside its few worthy inhabitants, taking stock of every reason it could not ultimately be redeemed.

And then he would present his case. And she would understand. And they would create a new and better world from the ashes of this one, predicated on the values and desires they shared.

But for now, this was right.

One must cross a bridge before letting it burn.

#we also meet giratina in this one >:)#laventon is the realest bitch in hisui fr fr #pla #pokemon legends arceus #volo #volo pokemon #my writing #this is barely x reader this is a whole ass story and she's basically an oc

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sneasedtomeetyou · 5 months ago

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Name's Casimir Ginkgo, but I'd prefer it if you referred to me as Casi when I'm off the clock. He and she pronouns can be used for me interchangeably in Unovan. I'm a professor but not in the way you're thinking, I don't do the whole giving kids first partner pokémon thing so please do not ask for free pokémon. My current work is focused on slowly reintroducing Sinnoh's native sneasels and sneasler to their original habitats. I tend to focus more on the breeding and conservation efforts.

There isn’t a true purpose to me blogging here, but I’m happy to share facts about my work and the pokémon I love so much. I've worked with not only the full sneasel evolutionary line, but many other closely related pokémon! In my free time I also study various myths and legends from different regions and collect replica pokeballs but those are more of side hobbies.

Originally from Celestic Town, Sinnoh and got most of my schooling in the region, but I transferred in my final year and got my degree from Uva-Naranja Academy in Paldea. Traveled a bit more and then ultimately settled back down in Paldea for about a decade. More recently I've set up a permanent lab facility just outside of Aspertia City, Unova! I speak Sinnohan, Unovan, Paldean, and some Kantonian. Though I've been told my Kantonian is pretty bad.

I'm polyamorous and have several partners, including my wonderful husband of 11 years! (You can thank him for helping with all the new layout stuff, by the way!) I talk about them and to them a lot. My husband does not have his own public blog and just signs off with his name through anons. No you aren't allowed to have his actual blog, he doesn't want anyone to bother him. He's always been more of the lurking type I suppose. My other partner is Professor Amaryllis, who unfortunately doesn't have a social media page either. Anywhere. Strange.

Some of my pokémon include:

Sneaks, Weavile, Male, Brave, Highly persistent

Basil, Meowscarada, Male, Calm, Is often lost in thought

Hotdog, Dachsbun, Female, Jolly, Loves to eat

Hemlock, Sneasler, Male, Hardy, Is somewhat stubborn

Bell, Shuppet, Female, Hasty, Somewhat of a clown

Indigo, Charmander, Male, Naughty, Likes to bite

Arlene, Meowth-Alolan, Female, Naughty, Mischievous

All pokémon making appearances on my blog will be tagged with their name and species. Ex. Sneaks the Weavile

| casi art credit | team art credit | divider credit |

// Hi hello my name is Reese! He/they only please when referring to me. I've been here a couple years now but I decided to revamp the look of this pin and make it way longer for no good reason. I have a new hub blog which you can find [here]. Not all of my interactions come from there since Casi's blog is attached to my main, but I've been trying to keep most of the interactions from there. If you have OOC questions, you can contact me there.

I keep most of the more intense subject matter with Casi relegated to larger, more diligently tagged posts, but there will be some discussion of mental illness, trauma, organized crime, and the repercussions of surviving multiple apocalypses. I'm going to try and tag all sensitive topics with #cw [topic] but I may forget occasionally, feel free to remind me in my inbox. Casi is a rather dishonest character, despite claiming and trying not to be. Don't trust everything he says in regards to himself or his relationships with others.

No pelipper mail/pelipper malice, musharna/darkrai mail(?), magic anons, eebydeeby blogs, crossover blogs, self-insert blogs, or crack rp without discussing it with me ooc first. Do not ask Casi for any real world advice. Thank you for understanding.

As a bonus for reading this section here's the art for Casi's team that I'm working on commissioning. I don't have a ton of money to go to commissions right now, so I'm accumulating these slowly. When the full team is finished I plan on making a little graphic of them all together to replace the boring list format. Please support the artist of these if you have the money to spare, they've been lovely to work with! I also have the full art piece that is used in the banner and was in the original pinned, with a link to that artist's Bluesky.

#pkmn irl #pokeblogging network #pinned post #rotomblr #pokeblogging #new pinned yippee!!

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:{ A Video file is embedded. Valencia Island, Orange Archipelago. 10/24/24 9:48 am. }:

The video starts rather abruptly, thrusting us into the midst of an argument between Casi and Professor Ivy. Casi storms around the large entryway of the lab, Ivy standing still and firing back responses to whatever the researcher has shouted. Occasionally we get a glimpse of the area around them, dusty and cluttered with miscellaneous items that appear to be placed there arbitrarily, as if the lab is running out of space to hold all it contains. When the microphone is close enough to pick up the conversation we begin to hear what the cause of the argument is.

"Rose and Miairu aren't dangerous! You must know that by now! They've lived here for a decade and have never harmed anyone." His voice is hoarse. It's clear that this argument has been dragging on for some time.

“Here I am able to rehabilitate them and prevent any damage that they may cause in the wrong hands.” Ivy remarks. “They would fare no better with Professor Amaryllis.”

“Well they certainly aren’t improving in a place like this!” To emphasize his point, Casi kicks one of the trash bags that littered the space. The living quarters had already filled up with miscellaneous garbage after the storm, and now had begun bleeding into the entryway. “How would anyone get better here? It’s a dump!”

A strange trap door opens up near Casi’s feet and a trio of Ivy’s assistants peak out. “Could you quit stomping around up there? We’re trying to get some work done.”

In response Casi lets out a growl of frustration and shoves her foot down onto the trap door, slamming it shut on top of them with a thunk. There's a muffled yelp from down below.

“Professor Ginkgo you can’t start slamming doors on people!” Ivy’s voice is cold but there's an undercurrent of anger that no guise of professionalism could possibly hide. “You expect me to believe that someone like you could do better when you can't even control your own outbursts? Do you genuinely believe that leaving two volatile pokemon in the hands of you two would be in anything but a disaster waiting to happen?”

“Casi-” The presence of Bellamy had almost entirely gone unnoticed until they spoke up, trying to get a word in between the two feuding professors and not making all that much headway. There is an energy in them that's hard to read, gripping and releasing the head of their cane and shifting their weight just slightly from heel to heel when not actively trying to put a hand on the pacing Casimir’s shoulder, to no avail. More than anything, though, they seem exhausted. The dark circles under their eyes and the heavy way they move betray the lack of sleep and overexertion they've been living with.

“They’re volatile because their needs aren’t met! Miairu isn’t causing trouble for no reason, she's a gengar, she’s sensory seeking! She’s bored!” Casi doesn’t even seem to notice Amy reaching out, turning on her heel and pacing the other direction. “And Rose isn’t playing with people’s emotions; she's struggling to maintain her own. If you put them in a proper environment and gave them the actual enrichment they need they’d get better instead of being stagnant for a decade!”

“And you believe that you are the ones to fill that need?” Ivy laughs, a dry, scoffing sound that practically radiates disdain. “Professor Amaryllis, the man that can’t even care for himself? And you, look at you. As volatile and unruly as either of those pokemon, you can not control your own emotional state and you intend on trying to control her? And what happens when Rose tampers with your emotions, pushes you past your already violent limits? Or when Miairu destroys expensive lab equipment and gets your employees hurt? No.”

The shorter man grits his teeth, taking intentional strides in Ivy’s direction. “I don’t believe you are any more qualified to decide that than either of us are. You continually blackmail my girlfriend and overwork them only to pretend that’s somehow their fault? Don’t you dare think you can talk down to me, Professor. You and I both know that I have more than enough experience in the field of caring for pokemon. Anything else is just an excuse. These pokemon do not belong to you in the first place!”

This seems to give Bellamy a pause and for the half of a breath of silence they blink and seem to almost freeze in their tracks. “...Girlfriend?” The quiet question and look of puzzlement cast towards Casimir is lost to anyone but the camera as Ivy quickly cuts them off.

“You think me unqualified, do you Casimir?” There's a moment's pause as she exhales through her nose before a thin, cold smile reaches across her face. “Then I suppose there's nothing else for it, is there. If I am not doing my due diligence, as you accuse me, and you both are so clearly woefully unequipped to care for such volatile pokemon, then it seems I must look for other avenues for their housing.” Her smile widens just slightly, her contempt barely hidden. “I’m sure there is some other facility that’s trained to handle such dangerous creatures.”

“What- No!” Amy for the first time in this video speaks up, their carefully held calm broken by the fear in their voice. “You can’t do that!”

That expression seems to set Casi off, he takes a final few steps before coming to stand directly in front of Ivy, his body still and his expression stony. The usual loud frustration gave way to something else, something much more serious, quiet, intense. “Professor Ivy, if you do that I will make the rest of your life a living hell. I can promise you that.”

Ivy’s face drops, her smile becoming something calculating and dark as she looks down on the man trying so hard to be intimidating. “Is that a threat, Casimir?”

Casi stands his ground, “Yeah. It is.”

There's a tension, a fire between the two professors as the video cuts to black.

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kihaku-gato · 20 days ago

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Some no-photo horticultural reports; The 11 ginkgo seedlings are now big enough that I felt it was best to take them outside and let them enjoy the outdoor heat (vs the cold downstairs under lights). They're still too small to repot to 1 gallon pots but here's to hoping they reach that point soon.

The sunchokes I was gifted have grown out enough that I popped them out of their starter pots and separated/divided/repotted into more pots so they can have more room to proliferate their tubers.

Really made me wince burning through that much potting soil though.

The nannyberry and Wahoo seedlings are still in seedling-leaf stage so are a far way from leaving the growlights and into pots, which is unfortunate but hopefully they'll hurry it up so they can enjoy the summer heat too.

4 of the gifted pawpaw seeds I had in baggies sprouted so I moved them to 1 gals in preparation- I'm debating taking them outside despite them having no leaves yet- without the greenhouse its easier to lose sight of leafless plants, but at the same time the heat of outdoors might benefit them more

I had weeded out my western columbine plants to avoid them pollinating with the canadian columbines, but despite that I still cut off the floral stems to enjoy the cut flowers indoors- mind as well enjoy the colours one last time at least.

In spite of the greenhouse collapse causing a few painful casualties (the wild alpine primrose my professor gifted me being one the big stingers), there's been more survivors than anticipated;

Several Jack in the pulpits and a few blackberry lilies came up even after salvaging.

I really need to advertise my stock again despite the inability to take photos of the plants since I'd like to have a bit less plant material to manage while the greenhouse is out of order.

#wall of text be upon ye #my post #wall of text #plantblr #god I miss being able to take photos man

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thesmpisonfire · 1 year ago

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Now some info about the people from Hisui in the pla au

- Phil is the Galaxy Team commander, he organizes the settlement and basically rules it around. He is natural from Galar but this ain't his first settlement, the one he lived before was destroyed by pokemon

- Etoiles is the Survey Corps leader, he's out there making sure everyone comes back alive but he also believes that the ppl he allows in the team can survive out there and at least punch a luxray on the snout and run away

- Niki is one of the survey corps, she's the youngest one in the team at the moment and is just getting hand of everything

- Maxo is the pokemon professor, came from Paldea to create the first pokedex and started in Hisui since he has better structure there than at home

- Fit is the trainer at the battle grounds, one of the few in the village that don't fear the pokemons and is very skilled in guiding them into battle

- Foolish is the leader of the Diamond Clan!! He loves valuing the land and everything around him as a divine gift

- Bad is the leader of the Pearl Clan! Talks about time any moment he gets and how its precious and everything passes in the blink of an eye

- Tina is a Pearl Clan member, she helps with the plants and ended up also going to Jubilife Village to help their crops

- Jaiden is a Diamond Clan member, she used to be a warden for Lord Arcanine until its early demise, now she taked care of the Lord's pups together with another Diamond Clan kid named Bobby that likes to play with the growlites

- ElQuackity is a Ginkgo guild member that first made contact with Cellbit when he fell, introducing him to the guild and making him a member, before both becoming friends and ElQ telling all about Hisui's legends to Cell

#qsmp #pla au

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aerial-aceing-it · 2 months ago

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(@sneasedtomeetyou) [ Pelipper mail! A handwritten note explaining the current situation. At the bottom is express permission for Marvin and Dylan to be in the ruins on Mt. Coronet, signed by Professor Casimir Ginkgo. ] They won't read all this anyways. But in case my signature isn't proof enough. Best of luck!

You are a lifesaver. Thank you so much!! Man, let’s hope this works, haha-

#pkmn irl

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worms-for-brains · 11 months ago

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i'm not the anon from before, but could I share my pokemon oc mayhaps? i absolutely LOVE your oc. she looks so cool and rlly prettyy 😍 any lore about her? 👀

Absolutely you can! I’d love to see them!

And as for Ms. Ginkgo, she’s a professor for a lil fan region I made up a few years back!

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id0what1want · 1 year ago

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Same anon as the battle quotes one and I’m so happy you liked my ask! Was a little nervous. Curious on how she’d react to being transported to Hisui, mainly reactions to like. The Galaxy team, the way of life, stuff like that!

Also if you want to do the battle aspect, it’d be interesting to see her quotes for how she’d react to seeing an Alpha for the first time, getting hit by a wild Pokémon’s attack, fall damage, being spotted while sneaking up on a mon, low HP for herself, battling a Noble Mon and stuff like that as well! :>

No need to be nervous anon, I don't bite!! Cereza totally does tho

This is incredibly interesting! I love the mask maker Kieran au in Hisui so I might piggyback off of that! Cereza would be bewildered at first, but considering the wild events of the story, would quickly shrug and be like "yeah that checks". Especially cuz of the whole SadaTuro time travel shenanigans. Honestly she likely ended up in Hisui by fucking with the lab in Area Zero when she definitely should not have.

Cereza would make a beeline for every Pokemon she doesn't recognize, she would be an amazing member of the Galaxy Team but I think they'd be scared senseless of her. I feel like she'd definitely squint really hard at a few characters due to their resemblance to characters she knows *cough* Adaman *cough* The way of life definitely reminds her of Kitakami and it does make her homesick. She was forced to spend multiple months away from Kieran and now time travel has come back to bite her in the ASS and takes her away from him again, she's definitely pissed. If she still has her Tera Orb and Miraidon (both of which she keeps hidden except from maybe the professor and anyone who's tech savvy) she's trying to reverse engineer a way home through them. On that note, I'd love to see them find each other in the mask maker au, that'd be dope. She's very upset that she doesn't have her Pokemon with her. If any of them are with her, it'd either be her Corviknight or her Dragapult, both never leave her side. I'm airing on the side of Charon, her Corviknight. (I have to do her pokemon team post sooo bad :') If Charon is with her, she would refuse to let anyone remove him from her side. If anyone tries, she quickly gets violent. I imagine she does copious amounts of research as a way to distract herself, which she already does in her own time anyway but now she has a whole new TIME PERIOD to record. She feels like Director Clavell when she has to write the pages to her own Pokedex. She does recognize a few Pokemon and puts two and two together, for example Perrin's Hisuian Growlithe, Basculegion is native to Kitakami, and Kleavor can be found in the Canyon Biome of the Terrarium. For this reason I'm sure she has a Kleavor on her Hisui team. She would reach the pond that Turtwig spawn by and cry (She has a Torterra on her team back home named Ginkgo). That and the pond reminds her of Wisteria Lake and she starts missing Kieran again. She would definitely harass a spiteful little fox into joining her team. She loves that Hisuian Zorua, but it definitely tries to kill her multiple times before she catches it. (The two definitely have the 'I only worked with you cuz I had to, we will NEVER be friends' 'Let's get through this together!' 'I HOPE YOU DIE') but they eventually work it out. I think she either invests in a Porygon-Z or a Rotom to try and work out a way back home. If Arceus is talking to her, she's definitely speeding through the tasks he gives her in order to return. She recognizes Ingo and does the surprised Pikachu face. Her reaction to Alpha Pokemon is starry eyed interest. She's with Irida at the time and she spots one and Irida explains the phenomenon to which Cereza books it towards the damn thing. Irida has to physically drag her away. Safe to say on her own time she gets roughed up by a few Alpha Pokemon but it's worth it for research purposes. Getting hit by a Pokemon's attack she can probably shrug off half the time (she spars with her Annihilape for Arceus sake) but the other half she grips her ribs and lets out a heavy sigh with the line "that smarts..." (She's Galarian, but the accent rarely pokes through)

SHE WOULD SUFFER SO MUCH FALL DAMAGE she will straight up forget she doesn't have a rotom phone and jump off cliffs. Charon has to save her SO MANY TIMES. She probably hits the ground and falls over with a groan before face palming her forehead with the heel of her palm like "Dammit, this is getting old..." Being spotted while sneaking up on a mon would normally never bother her- unless it's an Alpha in which she frantically starts rationalizing to it. Like it can hear her. She is so smart yet so stupid. She'd be sneaking through the woods and hear the growl of an Alpha Ursaluna behind her and she turns around and says with a sheepish smile. "Technically it's not trespassing since you don't have a land grant." and she gets freaking socked. Low HP for her probably wouldn't be anything beyond a few winces. Cereza is small but very durable, she prefers the wilderness to the indoors, and in a way, Hisui is amazing for that. She already likes to rough it in Paldea, exploration is like her favorite thing ever, Hisui is a haven for that. Kieran I'm sure remembers how Cereza spent multiple nights in Kitakami exploring the land because she couldn't get enough during the day. She'd come to orienteering the next morning with scuffed knees, messy hair, a little bit of dark circles, and the most excited grin as she asks Kieran about everything she saw the night before. She'd be so good at battling Noble Mon (again, spars with Annihilape) especially coupled with all her pent-up anger. She is probably taunting the damn thing half the time, she would get hit and laugh saying "Oh I'm WAYY harder to kill than that!" it almost looks like she has a death wish. On quiet nights when she can hear herself think, she misses home. Especially her onion boy. Losing him twice is a punch to the gut. She cries herself to sleep some nights into Charon's steel feathers, her only reminder of home. She feels like she's going insane all over again and when she's alone in caves or on top of mountains, all she can do is scream until her vocal cords beg her to stop. Cereza may be chaotic and fun, but she isn't stupid. She understands the gravity of her situation and it guts her. I might do another one exploring a full scenario/au where she and Kieran get thrown to the past and she hears rumors of a mask maker and it's him. THANK YOU FOR YOUR ASKS!! They get me thinking and this scenario is something I've never considered before!! :> Continue throwing in your two cents, anything is welcome!

✨Do whatever you want forever✨

~ Cytoplasm

#dipplinshipping #pokemon scarlet and violet #cereza pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #juliana x kieran pokemon #juliana x kieran #trainer kieran #pokemon kieran #rival kieran #kieran x mc #the teal mask #pokemon sv #the indigo disk #kieran x oc #mask maker kieran au #oc x canon #canon x oc

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